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letra de arsonal vs. danny myers - urltv

[round 1: danny myers]
you use disrespect cause you can’t…punch
the way you paint…sucks
b-tch, is yo’ mama dead? if she ain’t…f-ck
this finna be a homicide, it’s f-cked up i hope his mama died
but he getting this work, and from his resume, i would say he’s qualified
we don’t let the drama slide from ho threats, b-tch yo’ grandma will get throat checked
i’ll lock yo’ daughter in a sauna for eight hours and walk away with no sweat
you took disrespect to heights, you traveled the world on connecting flights
when smack couldn’t get lux and hollow you told them to set the price
you started a league, gave opportunities to newcomers and vets alike
the view record, you set it twice
i can’t take anything away from you…except ya life
you gon’ see death tonight
b-tch, i stay with that extension
i gotta hold the gun in front of my phone to open the facial recognition
it’s the pistol grip
you drove school buses on some miss frizzle sh-t
when my young n-ggas in the field trip, who you think signed the permission slip?
scarface didn’t wanna k!ll women and children, me i’m on some different sh-t
i got a bomb under yo’ baby mama car that ignites when the ignition switch
picture this, you rehearsing bars, flowin’ ya stanzas
you call to check on your daughter and no one would answer
yo’ baby mama facetime you with her eye swoll in the camera
you squashed yo’ beef with joe budden, well i’ma hold ’em for ransom
speaking of ran some, g mayne frost chased you out the club, you was ‘bout to get stomped to death
trick trick had you shook in detroit, and calicoe had to jump in that
and bay area n-ggas had you sneaking out the venue, they was going to the trunk for tecs
this n-gga arsonal done ran out so many times it got me questioning ya gun connect
in every battle you say you from the set, a hood n-ggas was born to claim
dre vishiss and aktive put you on, now they can’t even get ya phone to rang
you stopped f-ckin’ with ’em, you don’t check in, you done left ya boys to hang
see it’s fake n-ggas like you that kept me from joinin’ gangs
i stayed on 103rd in the 80’s, back then they woulda k!lled him
this n-gga can battle on a hollywood set, but can’t check in with his real one?
how do y’all feel him? you in front of a monster that can spit terror
you from the days of lions dens, and fight club…now you made this error (era)
clips air ya, with double rugers, i can humble rulers
what’s a man that presents himself as a problem, to a trouble shooter?
you a f-ckin’ loser, perpetratin’ like a real boss, you exposed t-top baby mama showing her sk!lls off
that was supposed to be a automatic body bag, and you still lost
don’t you get it? outside of disrespect you don’t leave an impression
no creativity, just a bunch of filler beneath the aggression
we need some progression, you spit the sh-t a novice would yell
where’s the metaphors? the similes?, an entendre would help
i don’t care if you got a secret room with a bunch of guns stocked on the shelf
it doesn’t matter if you own an -rs-nal if you not one ya self
glock in the belt, pistol handle under my navel
leaving n-ggas with their heads split open is one of my staples
i’m not coming with fables, i’m connected in vegas on a hundred levels
the minute you in lv (unlv) you’ll be a running rebel
the gun’ll settle, any beef, sh-lls finna air at him
i watch him bleed while bullets swell in ya melanin
human flesh loses color hours after death
you k!lled rappers, but our bodies pale in comparison
i k!lled and embarrassed him
spray with a loud pistol, a k from the crowd hit you
a hundred round drum’ll spit an eight minute round with you
my sh-t is real, my sh-t is raw my sh-t authentic
you can’t spell bars without putting bar god in it
b-tch
[round 2: danny myers]
you got this tough exterior, i’m finna burn the layers
all this gang bang macho sh-t i’m not concerned with player
you must’ve saw yo’ daddy beat yo’ mom and watched her return the favor
i’m ‘bout to show y’all how disrespect is a learned behavior
his words are catered, towards hatred, he rappin’ with a vengeance
to understand how he got here, let’s take it back to the beginning
his first day of school he got smacked in the back of the head, n-gga said “bust a move”
n-gga said “darrell you a lil’ b-tch” he ain’t know what to do
the bus driver broke it up and said, “don’t listen to those f-ckin’ fools
just keep yo’ grades up in school and one day you can drive buses too.”
he was uncomfortable, kept getting bullied, in fact no one could stop it
met this fat kid named suge who socked him and tapped both of his pockets
disrespect seeped into his conscience, he hated band and the harmonica
so he ditched class and ran into the hall monitor
the kid liked him, gave him a hall pass as a peace offering
he said “they call me l wisdom. and one day i’m be a police officer.”
they went to the beach often but, they couldn’t surf the waves on the ocean
this kid rajon yoked him up, i mean he was famous for chokin’
this ugly boy with dreads said “i ain’t gone put my hands on ya
i’ll be your friend.” then he gave him a transformer
which translates into the transformation
now he’s disrespectful, throwing crip signs when his hands is shakin’
million view n-gga, braggin’ ’bout the bands he makin’
now let’s see if he really can rap when the fans is vacant
b-tch n-gga, my influences led to infiltration
you better watch who you view as yo’ friends
i can get the b-tch that’s doin’ yo’ dreads to push two in yo’ head
i’m fluent with lead, i could let the .9 blow
but i’d rather make him suffer, bend his back ‘til his spine broke
cut off both eye lids, put alcohol on the blind fold
ancient techniques that genghis khan knows, but that’s just where my mind goes (mongols)
i’m talkin’ congo, gorilla sh-t, separating body parts from ligaments
this a symbol, but i disassemble, i don’t know what this figure meant (disfigurement)
he from brick city? i sold bricks, n-ggas indebted to me
i put whole cliques in positions they never would see
i seen a n-gga run off with a whole brick, now he dead as can be
he opened doors to getting his flesh ripped, we call that a “skeleton ki” (key)
this n-gga jealous of me, his fan base is limitless
but he never had half the credit of my penmanship
i’m ‘bout to end this b-tch
what y’all want? the k!ller dan, or the rapper dan?
well the mac in hand, i’ll address ya whole hood like dapper dan
don’t give dap to dan, i had a master plan
back when man was a single cell organism that learned how to adapt to land i was rappin’ then
i’m my past life i was part of an assassin clan
now i’m tryna put a m on ars (mars) before nasa can
n-gga!
mr. grape street, b-tch n-gga, let’s get this understood
you ain’t disrespected sh-t, ‘til you go to pj watts and say “f-ck yo’ hood!”
inside the ring, you push n-ggas, tap pockets, knock hats off
outside the ring, you protected by police, n-ggas you that soft
b-tch i’m from l.a., i been knew how to spot one of these actin’ n-ggas
it’s a difference between affiliated gang members and active (aktive) n-ggas
i ain’t just rappin’ with ya, i practice photography when this cat get lit up
cause i’ll be quick to put a rebel on a cannon (canon) and then snap the picture
f-ggot n-gga
you on the ground with this sh-t
[round 3: danny myers]
if there was a battle rap mt. rushmore, they couldn’t carve it comfortably
cause yo’ big block head ass wouldn’t leave room for the other three
you f-ckin’ weak, this is one dimension, versus the one to mention
you retired, and came back, cause battle rap don’t got a f-ckin’ pension
you made a half mill in yo’ career, from little battles to big battles
but the only thing in yo’ bank account is the back end from this battle
i should b-tch slap you, but i’d rather let the carbon blow
these stocks drop up and down, but that’s just how the market go
arsonal? i got explosives, i keep a few near handy
i’ll drop an atomic bomb on yo’ house, i support the nuclear family
you whole crew fear danny
shotgun think he a hood baby
but all i see is a b-tch in the color purple and suge avery
why ray swag don’t come to yo’ battles no more?
first it was all crew love
i heard the n-gga was snitchin’, i wouldn’t be shocked if you was
do you believe in a parallel universe?
(i do)
he probably told on a few thugs
the n-gga that helped build yo’ battle league is the same n-gga that you dubbed (udubb)
two snubs, at that n-gga crib, they ‘bout to up the chrome
with his wife in bed, yo’ right hand man gone get his cover blown
you better leave me the f-ck alone, the forrest where my guys put you
but you don’t wanna die right there, why would (wood) you?
i’ll cook you, i need a place to store these weapons
i’ll even shoot hitman then give his agent 47
this is jason voorhees steppin’
reincarnated into a modern cause
what you want n-gga? i up the stakes n-gga, the tom or hawk?
no time to talk, i’ll clap you before you speak
the ratchet gone release, the strap is on the streets
i ordered a gun from overseas
oh y’all really don’t get me
i can’t give ars any ol’ (-rs-nio) semi
my whole city go with me, b-tch, i’m tryna punish rell
this punk’ll tell, i’ll up the stick on him before he come and tell
ya stomach swell, from a gut shot, ya whole sh-t bloated
y’all seen how i did drugz…now i’m tryna get loaded
lux!
i ain’t settin’ this battle up, just to bring me stardom
i’m setting it up, so i can tell you in yo’ face i’m the king of harlem
beloved
you said, “harlem hospital giving beds out”
n-gga i got more bars than your grey hoodies thread count
ran from jc and daylyt, i ain’t finna chase this b-tch
i’m not the rapper you wanna bump into, i ain’t from ace’s clique
i mean…
you said “guns raising (raisin) like dry prunes”
nah, i’m tryna snipe somethin’
you just saw me put the heat on a grape and take the life from it bar god!
we not the same, we viewing it different
to you it’s a lucrative business me using a pen is transcending human existence
look what i do with a sentence, view in the distance
in the past they left clues and inscriptions
myers would be on a k!lling spree that’s what dr. loomis predicted
you spewin’ resentment is fueling my interest to be cruel and relentless
you can keep usin’ resistance but i’ma keep shootin’ this n-gga
i’ll beat the sh-t f-ck out you without usin’ assistance
and watch what i do to the witness
this is beautiful isn’t it?
my sh-t is real, my sh-t is raw, my sh-t is authentic
you can’t spell “bars” without puttin’ “bar god” in it

- urltv

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